Thursday, April 24, 2014

"I think that I shall never see...."

Marion's Woods

My hometown is known to be a City of Trees. This past week has proved to be no exception.

There were trees given away at the Adopt-a-Tree festival on Saturday. I chose a black gum tree to be planted on my side yard. Aaron took home dozens of white pine for his new house to use as a wind and snow buffer.

Yesterday, day of caring, I helped bag up 500 trees to be given to all the fifth graders in the county. This was attended by a high school class and the Trine group, S.P.E.A.K.

Today the sixth grade students are out and about planting trees in yards. Another one is coming my way today. They tag the tree and everyone signs it; I am just sorry I will already be at school when they arrive. They are energetic and great fun to be with!

I took the above photo during a hike at Marion's Woods last fall. This is a small wooded area in town that is now in preservation. It was a long struggle to save this woods, but there are many good people in this town.

It was named Marion's Woods after Marion Eberhardt who was one of the founders of our land trust organization, Acres.

How nice it is to get on the bike and ride over to a small woods to spend a few moments in solitude with nature.

I loved this poem by Joyce Kilmer as a child, I hope you enjoy it as well. 


I think that I shall never see 
A poem lovely as a tree. 

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest 
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast; 

A tree that looks at God all day, 
And lifts her leafy arms to pray; 

A tree that may in summer wear 
A nest of robins in her hair; 

Upon whose bosom snow has lain; 
Who intimately lives with rain. 

Poems are made by fools like me, 
But only God can make a tree.